[Kool Keith]

Yeah, motherfuckin Kool Keith

I'm doin this motherfucker

I'ma get in this motherfucker

I'm worser than chocolate Ex-Lax kid

I'll blow out your asshole

On some Mt. Helen volcano type shit

Dare your girl to try to act fly at the Nassau Coliseum concert

Defend your emotions when I attack

Fuck the words of the monkeys back and forth

Singers and rappers, I'm guaranteed like "5 Fingers of Death"

Reach in your stomach with the iron fist

You can't fuck with the iron wrist

Cup of soup noodle niggaz

Talkin shit, you on my lyin list

Your makeup is Mac

Everybody against the wall, before I piss on your buttcrack

Plastic bastards

I cover your staff members with battery acid

Five people in one motherfucker I'm drastic

Like a bitch who do a fast kick



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Kiss my ass nigga (kiss my ass nigga) [x3]



[Kool Keith]

You get meaner, with that bullshit you talk

Tie rappers up in the basement like preacher

Scrub your fuckin forehead with brillo pads

Gasoline is my ammo

Wipe you motherfuckers up with glass cleaner

Three bottles of Pine Sol, shit on your mixtape

I'll catch you at the mall

Lookin more fake whack-ass wigga

I used to shit on your babysitters

Shut the fuck up, piss all over your transmitters

Motherfuck a garbage-ass nigga

Screamin over your music, FUCK YOU

New York makes you bitter, type of faggot ass nigga

To sit in cat litter, everybody suck my dick

Playin one or two niggaz

Look in the mirror doc, I'm on your time clock

Always inkin a deal

Urinate on your paper when I sign dots

Your CD's up at Universal in a cardboard box

Stop fuckin borin me

With overnight niggaz, with no stories

Motherfuckers gettin they first model bitch

I'm on Simmons level, I shit on your Pave jewelry

From the Brightling to the Jacob to the Rolex

None of these Sesame Street Big Bird Oscar niggaz can fool me

Been eatin chinese food, with Greg Nice

Can't stop the fuckin hustle, my lyrics are Smooth B



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